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In love with a stripper (series)

I watched her place her cigarette in an ashtray and take a step closer while I continued dancing on the pole. I heard the sound of her palm hitting against each other as she applauded. “Get down.” She spoke with a stern voice and an unreadable look on her face. I wasn’t ready to argue with one of the highest paying customers so I did as she said. She turned her back towards me and walked into the darkness and I mindlessly followed her. I stood in the darkness without knowing what to expect and neither could I see her. It happened so fast and I felt my back pressing against the wall that was once across from where I previously stood. “I don’t like the way they stare and fantasise about your body.” She whispered and I couldn’t help but get turned on by how dominant she was. “But I love the way you gawk at me when you see me take off my robe but must especially when I dance.” I bit my lips trying to hold back my passion. ___ Sent by her stepmother to bring down Genevieve Rodríguez as an undercover agent for an old drug queen, Cattleya is found crazily in love with Genevieve, her dark knight. “I can’t do it!!.” Cattleya cried. “You can’t what!?.” Her step mother asked her angrily. Cattleya took a step backwards in fright. “I can’t sabotage Genevieve. I can’t sabotage my girlfriend.”

Gabby_Vincent · LGBT+
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44 Chs

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Marie's POV 

I worked the lock of his front door open with the spare keys I had been given, the door cracked open in a matter of seconds while I took off my spool heels that were great at announcing my arrival from a mile away.

My toes met the cold tiles of the hallway leading to his living room, I could feel the shiver rise from my feet up to my head.

"Was this really worth the risk?." I wondered in my thoughts.

It wasn't new for Melvin to send you on a wild goose chase about a silly conversation he had with a few girls at the salon but here I was acting like a spy in my own boyfriend's house.

I took quick steps towards Andrew's bedroom door when the faint sounds of moaning and groaning made me pause.

"Am I in the wrong apartment or is Malvin right?." I question myself.